A/N Just a little semi fluffy fic I wrote for Captain Swan Saturdays on Tumblr...nothing is mine so don't sue.
Hook had spent the entire day trying to track down Emma, but she was nowhere to be found. He checked the station, Granny's, her apartment. He had even gone so far as to ask Snow where she was, but alas she was of no use. So the reminder of the day had been spent on the roofs of town looking around with his spyglass, slowly sipping on the rum in his flask. Night had approached without him noticing and he made his way back to the docks. It was a surprisingly warm evening for the time of year and the full moon shone bright in the sky.
She had run off the night before, they had been drinking together sharing in their miseries when she had kissed him. The kiss had taken him by surprise but as quickly as it had happened she had pulled away, her eyes filled with fear as she grabbed her coat and ran off his ship as quick as she could.
His shoulders slumped slightly as he made his way to his invisible ship. As he set foot onto the deck of the Jolly Roger his breath hitched in his throat. There were jars and jars of candles.
"Don't worry they're not real, they have batteries, setting the ship on fire isn't the fire I'm looking to start tonight." Her voice came from somewhere in a dark pocket in front of him, it's tone something he never heard from her, it was laced with the sound of desire and lust.
"Emma…love… What are you doing?" Hook tried to make out her silhouette in the shadows
"I spent the better part of the day thinking and I'm tired of thinking, the time for thinking is done, and I'm not done with you." He could hear her smile in her voice
"I spent the day looking for you, I wanted to talk to you about last night, and can you come out of the darkness now this is silly."
And all of a sudden his heart stopped he was sure of it and he lost all ability to breathe as she slipped out of the shadows. Her blonde hair was in soft curls and it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. She looked like an angel but as his glance traveled down her body and he drank in her outfit, she was no angel. She was wearing a red bodice that was laced at the sides and trimmed with black lace; it was snug to her curves and pushed her ample bosom up. Was he drunk? He quizzed himself.
Her voice cut through his train of thought. "Talking is the last thing I want to do right now. I've been waiting for you." She started to walk gingerly toward him.
"Emma…I…I " he began to stutter
"Lost for words? Really? That surprises me." She let out a soft lustful laugh
He stood there mesmerized as she approached him, drinking in every movement, every curve. It was the first time in 300 years he wished he had both his hands so that he could feel every inch of her, she was almost close enough to reach out and grasp. He was still scared this was all just a hallucination, some mind trick, a mirage his thirsty desires had cooked up "Are you even real?" he finally asked
"Oh I assure you I'm very very real, and very very good." Her eyes caught his and he saw his own desires reflected in her orbs "and I have one question to ask" She had backed him into the mast
He staggered out a soft "question?"
Her face had the most mischievous grin and her eyebrow was half cocked "Permission to come aboard Captain."